#Hannotate

[ixilecter]

Hi friend, I wanted to check out the links in your Hannotations-masterposts, but I think the links are broken? They all seem to be leading to some sketchy website

Hiya! Oh my! I'm sorry, I made the blog a long time ago and now several links don't work for different reasons (for example i no longer pay for a domain so any "hanniballectermd.com" link needs to be replaced by "ixilecter.tumblr.com", also tumblr made some changes in making links so some links no longer work), I'm afraid I don't have spoons to fix this :| but concretely in this problem copy the link (remove the www) hanniballectermd.com/post/52265375984/the-painting-in-hannibals-dining-room-is-leda-and and replace the hanniballectermd for ixilecter.tumblr

ixilecter.tumblr.com/post/52265375984/the-painting-in-hannibals-dining-room-is-leda-and <3

[fine-arts-gallery]

Still Life with Fruit (1668) by Johannes Hannot.

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

I want to forget I’ve watched Hannibal and get to watch it for the first time again. Rinse and repeat.

[seokjinceo]

God will bts ever just calm the fuck down

[randomfandomimagine]

You Feel Insecure (Star Wars Preference)

Characters: Luke, Poe, Finn, Obi-wan, Anakin, Han

Requested by anon

A/N: As it turns out, this is actually my second SW preference and I had done a very similar scenario of them feeling insecure right here, check it out if you want! :)

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Want to send a request? Read my rules first, please!

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Luke

When Luke realizes you’re feeling insecure, he leaves everything and goes to comfort you. If you’re okay with it, he would gently hold you as he shows you a warm smile and tells you how great you are, how many good qualities you have and basically bathes you in compliments as he continues to give you cuddles and affection. “Oh, no... no, Y/N, that’s not true. You are great, and you’re smart and sweet and selfless and I will always be here to remind you about all of this when you feel insecure”

Poe

Poe doesn’t really know what to do or say to comfort you, but it breaks his heart to see you feeling so vulnerable and insecure. He feels a little clumsy and unsure about it, but he still goes to comfort you, even if he takes a bit of a playful and joking approach to it to relief the tension. He would put an arm around your shoulders and smile at you as he tells you words of comfort. “Don’t say that, Y/N, you’re the best. Do you think I would hang out with someone who isn’t? Don’t beat yourself up like that, I really like you and I will always enjoy having you around”

Finn

Finn would frown as he watches you crying, shrinking over yourself as the insecurities take over you. Refusing to let you dwell on those lies, he would shake his head and interrupt your mean words to yourself. Being very sweet and gentle, he would hug you and rub soothing circles in your back as he whispers kind words to you. “Y/N, none of what you’re saying is true. We all have insecurities, but you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Obi-Wan

Having such a close and geniune relationship wih Obi-wan, you would tell him how you feel and about your insecurities. Obi-wan would grow silent for a moment, seeming thoughtful, before finally speaking up. He would be very honest with you, in a good way, and tell you how highly he thinks of you and how much he appreciates you, and it’s very comforting. “Y/N, believe me when I say this: you are my favorite person in all the galaxy. So please, don’t think of yourself in such a way, don’t believe those lies, because you are wonderful”

Anakin

Anakin would remain calm, but he would immediately go to comfort you. Firstly, he would put his hands on your shoulders and lovingly gaze at you so you know what he’s about to say are kind words, and he would show you a soft smile that would already make you feel better. But when he gently talks to you, his words help you further. “We all have insecurities and things we struggle with, but you are so much more than just that. Y/N, I love you too much to let you think of yourself like that, you are incredible”

Han

Not being the best with handling and talking about emotions, Han would do what he feels does best: flirt with you. He would make you feel loved, hold you and bathe you in compliments to remind you how much he loves you, how amazing you are in his eyes and how absolutely crazy he is for you, which hopefully will make you feel better about yourself. He would smirk at you all along, even as he holds you and flirtatiously whispers those compliments to you. “You drive me crazy, Y/N. Do you even know how incredible you are? I don’t think you do, but I’m here to tell you. I always will be”

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[earlsweatshir]

Hannot showered in a year

[pikemoreno]

If it sparks your creative fancy: the boys + missing the birth of their child (and then when they do finally make it there)

just went with the most inspiring three on this one because i was having trouble coming up with so many different and distinct instances. if there’s anyone else in particular you’d like to see otherwise, let me know and i’ll try my best

warnings: pregnancy and birth mentions, non-graphic

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

You weren’t due for another month

Hannot believe his kid would decide to make her grand appearance in the only three days that he’d had to leave for the next four months. He’d specifically asked for extra time off and no more long travel days... Starting new week.

Actually, you know what, he can believe it. Because of course his kid would be the type to pull a stunt like this. Definitely his kid. 

He’d never let her live it down

But even the incredibly efficient Statesman transportation methods can’t get him back across the country fast enough.

He makes it to you two hours too late, apologizing profusely, covering your face in kisses, and asking if you’re ok and if she’s ok and you can’t even get a word in to respond

He’s heartbroken that due to her being so premature that he won’t really get to hold her or take her home for a while, but when he lays eyes on her? 

Cue waterworks. He wants to get her the hell out of this place and off of all of these damn things they had her hooked up to. And he never wanted to see anything like it again. 

And when he does get to hold her and take her home? Yeah, never putting her down again.

Din Djarin

He is unbelievably angry at himself

He should’ve never left you alone while he went out on a job 

Of course you were in good hands at the village on Sorgan with kind Omera and their local healers but he wanted to be there so badly.

Having a family was so incredibly important to the Mandalorians, it was a privilege and an honor to be having his first child and he wasn’t even going to get to experience their first moments

Therefore, he was booking it back now that he’d received a transmission from the village telling him what was happening. The Crest couldn’t go fast enough for his mounting impatience

He was mere minutes too late, rushing in, labored breathing rough through the modulator

You request that the others in the room give you a few moments alone and they give knowing smiles as they leave

Only then can Din remove the helmet that keeps him from seeing his kid-- his daughter-- with his own eyes. The rest of the beskar follows so he can hold her properly: warm skin to warm skin. 

He’s so cautious and gentle and so damn teary that he can barely see.

It’s only begrudgingly that he puts the beskar back on, allowing the healers back in when they knock, explaining that they need to do some health checks. 

And, a little bonus for you, is probably a little too protective. He’s so on edge watching them with her. 

Ezra

He... didn’t even know. When he saw you last neither of you knew you were expecting. You found out mere days after he left.

And this particular venture of his took a lot longer than initially expected, longer than he would’ve ever wanted to leave you. It killed him to be stuck on this godforsaken moon for so long. 

Long enough for you to go full term.

Long enough to start raising your one month old son, believing yourself now a single parent.

Then Ezra finally makes it back to you, shows back up on your doorstep and you forget everything else for a moment, just weeping in his embrace

But Ezra hears a... peculiar noise in the other room. A baby? Crying?

His eyes go wide and he almost can’t bring himself to ask. Had you... moved on? Found someone else? Started a family? Unlikely, but that’s all he could think of... Unless...

You nervously explain to him that the child is his. His uncharacteristic silence makes you believe that he’s upset about it.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s ecstatic, downright giddy. And extremely apologetic at missing so much.

He’s quick to go into the other room with you to finally lay eyes on his son and is instantly in awe, feeling positively unworthy that he gets to experience such a thing.

Immediately wants to hold him-- with your assistance at first, what with the one arm and all.

He just cannot. stop. smiling. And refuses to miss another minute.

[kathrynethegreat]

Dr.Lecter and Leda and the Swan

The below is from an essay by the artist Anne Shingleton discussing Leda and the Swan, her artwork, and why she believes Hannibal Lecter likes it. The essay was originally provided by the now defunct Hannotations from the contributors BloodandIvory and NyxFixx. Minor content edits by me, but you can read the full essay here. You can also learn more about Anne Shingleton and her artwork at her official website.

[Lecter’s] absentee landlord apparently had a fixation on Leda and the Swan, The interspecies coupling was represented in no less than four brozes of varying quality, the best a reproduction by Donetello, and eight pantings. One painting delighted Dr.Lecter, an Anne Shingleton with its genius anatomical articulation and some real heat in the fucking. The others he draped. - Hannibal, Chapter 97, by Thomas Harris

Ever since the misty dawn of Greek mythology, Leda and her doting swan have lived and loved in countless poets' lays and, less ephemerally, in thousands upon thousands of embodiments in paint, line, stone and metal.

They appear in the arts of Rome and Hellas in a profusion of sizes and materials, from golden bracelet pendants and silver table ornaments to great sculptures cast in bronze and hewn from marble (such as the Great Relief in the British Museum), from delicate drawings on precious ceramics to colourful frescoes on the walls of atria and chambers. But after the decline of Rome they nodded off into the many long centuries of bleak post-Roman Europe, awaking briefly now and then and here there to invigorate some ornamental arts and crafts of the Middle Ages.

(The essay, as well as an image of Anne Shingleton’s version of Leda and the Swan is below the cut. It’s a little bit graphic, so fair warning)

                                             Leda and the Swan by Anne Shingleton

It was the Italian Renaissance with its exuberant rediscovery of classical antiquity & say, from about 1400 or so onward that brought them once again into the limelight of profane (in the sense of non-ecclesiastical) imagery. Nearly all the great Renaissance artists drew, painted or sculpted their Ledas, conspicuous among these being an oil-on-canvas by Leonardo Da Vinci, known only through several copies by his followers, and Michaelangelo’s stunning marble, today in Florence's Bargello. From there they coupled their way through the next five centuries and far beyond Italy's shores and borders, into and out of the Baroque and Rococo, into the nineteenth century to brighten some sclerotic corners of Neo-Classicism, and eventually even into Art Nouveau, there briefly to beguile a languorous Belle Époque. After August 1914 they withered, along with the rest of Europe's humanistic culture. 

Nevertheless, even today, in our own age of mostly meretricious rubbish art mass-produced to con newly-rich illiterates, they glow softly still among the now very distant and still receding constellations of our classical heritage.

Who, then, was Leda, and who the swan?

Antiquity sang several different versions of her tale. Most agree that she was the daughter of Thestius, king of Aetola, and the wife of Tyndraeus, king of Lacedaemon. Somehow she inflamed the passions of Zeus, Some said that he saw her bathing in a sparkling sun-drenched stream, others that Hephaistos had told him about her dissatisfaction with her husband's ways in bed, and others still that he was only out to spite his consort, Hera.

In any event, he was smitten and, having just lately visited Danae as a shower of gold, Europa as a bull, Io as a cloud, Ganymede as an eagle and others still in guises no less inventive, he decided to assume yet another one for his tryst with Leda: he would swoop down majestically on snowy pinions . . . as a swan.

Mythology fails to tell us whether these forms were mere travelling costumes, so to speak, and whether, as we may well suppose, upon arrival at the bedside he reassumed his customary and divine semblance of a robust, virile man in the prime of his maturity. I've heard that a swan's penis - to be precise: a cob's - is exactly like a circumcised human one in miniature, and that this gave rise to the amorous-swan legends . . . but I confess that I've never checked it out with a cygnologist, though I should've done so long ago. Perhaps some thoughtful cygnologist will let me know?

In any event, swan or man, he had his way with her, or she with him, or each with the other. Of it came an egg, or, in other versions, three eggs, and in others still seven, and you mustn't act surprised: when a fertile lady mates with a cob she'll lay eggs - faultless logic, that, and winsome science. 

One tremendous event that soon followed was to become a bedrock and fountainhead of Western culture: for whilst out of two eggs hatched the twins Castor and Polydeuces.

I relinquish the podium to Homer. 

My own versions…. differ a little from the conventional ones. For one thing, neither my painted nor my sculpted Zeus arrives in the form of a swan but rather dressed up as one . . . he's wearing a (rather skimpy) swan costume, under which he is very much the Chief Olympian: strong, handsome, supremely male, his ebullient libido refined by aeons (he being immortal) of experience and divine dedication to his beloved's (not always female) pleasure. 

For another thing, most Leda depictions are intra-coital: it's happening, nobody can figure out just how but they're at it. My painting instead shows them as post-coital.

In the painting, the oil lamp on the rocks just right of the love nest is still burning but night is fleeing, crescent Selene is fading, colours are being reborn everywhere. First light is bathing the two dreamy, sated lovers. Birds chirp in chorus. An exquisite post-orgasmic Leda is savouring the last after-tremors of her lique-factions while scenting the dewy flowering of day. Zeus has retired to the top of the bower, his costume all awry, a smile of surfeit on his lips. Post coitum omne animal triste, said Aristotle: after mating all creatures are sad. I think there is truth in that, but it is more complex, less formulaic. The martyrs enter the arena hand in hand but the lions eat them one by one. Lovers in the act dispense with the meum-teum sense (Robert Graves), but after the shared orgasmic heats, the post-orgasmic chills overtake them one by one, and, slowly, deliciously if all went well, they drift apart, sometimes a little numbed, nearly always bewildered, on separate outbound tides. Even, or perhaps especially, if they're gods. My painted Leda and her god are poised over this hot-cold watershed. Until the next time…

Why does the doctor 'delight' in the Leda story? I don't know. Best ask Tom Harris. But I'll have a guess.

As he does in The Silence of the Lambs, as does so much literature both old and modern, Harris draws unconsciously or knowingly - I don't know which - on the world of myth and fable, that genome of the collective human subconscious. The leitmotif in both Silence and Hannibal, not deafening or intrusive but audible throughout from the dark beyond the firelight, is that of The Beauty and The Beast. Since I'm neither a poet nor a scholar I'll refrain from windy disquisitions, but to me the parallels between that fable and the interbraiding of the lives of Hannibal and Clarice Starling seem clear enough.

Clarice-Leda has taken vestal vows, has dedicated her body and soul to the FBI: not for her the traditional role of wife and woman as prescribed by patriarchal orthodoxy. Like the life of chaste and virginal Beauty, Clarice's life, so far as we've been told, is manless, and hence, conventional wisdom would have it, arid. The fable now demands that she be sexually fulfilled, 'sexually' having here a wide, deep, polyhedral meaning far beyond mere genital tiddlywinks.

Lecter-Swan is a beast, no doubt of that, and no need to dwell on definitions. The fable now demands that she make him human, meaning here humane. 

And behold, in the book, though alas not in the film, both undergo the magical transformation: Beauty turns the Beast humane, the Beast wafts Beauty to, up and over the moany summit where she is, presumably, fulfilled. Both are reborn from scratch - from the egg, so to speak, through each other.

I think that could well be why the doctor delights in the one painting in the room that he leaves uncovered for Clarice to see.

Anne Shingleton

[unsmalld]

@newsiegirlscout​ said:

Tobey, how in Celestia's name have you avoided the Naughty List?

    🤖🤖 — ❝ OH-hoh-ho, PLEASE. The Naughty List--? ❞

  ❝ Tell me - just how OLD do I look to you, hm? ❞ A laugh - more dry & mocking than humor filled laces itself among his words.

❝ You ca-hannot - POSSIBLY think that someone my age --- OR someone with my intellect, as a matter of fact, is still concerned with all THAT nonsense, can you? ❞ — 🤖🤖

[rijksmuseum-art]

Still Life with Fruit by Johannes Hannot, 1668, Museum of the Netherlands

Stilleven met vruchten. Op de hoek van een tafel staat een tinnen bord waarop een geschilde citroen en een tak met kersen liggen, daarachter een Chinese kom met druiven, een vijg, perziken en pruimen.

https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/collectie/SK-A-1449

[ixilecter]

Hello! First I have to thank you for your work in researching a lot of the paintings in hannibal🌟 I really enjoyed reading your posts. I've been trying to identify the paintings in Sutcliffe's office but so far I have come up empty. I was wondering if you have any knowledge of those artworks?

Hiya! :) I'm afraid if it's not in the hannotations masterpost, then I don't know :(. It's been some time since I researched the paintings (like, uh... 10 years? :D <3), my currecnt hyperfixations are Good Omens and Izzy Hands :) <3

[jswanstromphotography]

#DH737 by Didier Hannot Photography on Flickr.

[emptyfilesblog]

Live and behind-the-scenes footage from 'Shadows' tour 2018 and beyond. New album 'SHADOWS' available everywhere: http://smarturl.it/efshadows

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Filmed by Victor Fortes, Alejandro Prieto and Hannot 

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[argenteuilvilledecinema]

Jan Kounen aux Cinglés du Cinéma 2019 © Direction de la Communication Ville d'Argenteuil / Photo Justine Hannot

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